Xue Muhua came up and said: "My master received news a few days ago that he is afraid that his end is approaching. He thought that he could not die in silence and wanted to fight to the death with the old monster Xingxiu."

"Master said that the time will be within two or three years, not next year, but the year after next. By then, we will send out hero posts widely and hope that Hero Liu will come to Leigu Mountain."

Yang Gui looked at Xue Muhua and smiled and said: "It turns out that you learned this method of posting hero invitations widely from your master. Just send the invitations to Zhujiazhuang. Even if I don't go, someone else will."

He came here this time to conceal the identity of the Murong family. Next time he goes out, he will not pretend to be Liu Neng again.

"Thank you, Master Liu!"

Yang Gui said to A'Zhu: "Miss A'Zhu, you know the rules of Xue Shen's treatment. If you want him to take action, you must give him a martial arts secret book. Show him the "Yi Jin Jing" on your body.

Alright."

A'Zhu nodded, took out the Yi Jin Jing and spread it out in front of everyone.

Everyone did not understand Sanskrit and could not help but be disappointed.

"Alas, I can't understand the secret book of the Shaolin Sect. No wonder the monks lost the Yi Jin Jing and no one searched for it." A'Zhu said regretfully.

Xue Muhua also had some regrets, but thinking about the "Nine Yin Manual", he felt happy again, "After all, there are man-made old monsters living in the stars in this world. Whether you read the Yi Jin Jing or not, there is not much difference."

Qiao Feng's martial arts foundation comes from Shaolin, and he doesn't have too many expectations for Shaolin martial arts. He is upright and upright by nature, and has no regrets about not being able to understand the Yi Jin Jing.

Instead, Murong Fu was heartbroken and beat his chest and feet.

Although he now has Yang Gui as his assistant, he also knows that martial arts is not the most important thing for the restoration of the country, but his years of collecting martial arts has made him, a stamp collector, feel like a cat's claw scratching his heart.

Of course Yang Gui learned it.

There is no such thing as being incomprehensible on the wall. His "Tongxuan" skill allows him to communicate with humans using any language, and it also allows him to understand any human text. As long as the secret book is placed in front of him, there is no way he can't learn it.

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But at this time, he had achieved the Great Dao and did not need to learn any secrets separately, so he easily incorporated the Yi Jin Jing into the Turtle School Qigong.

He called Qiao Feng and A'Zhu aside alone, pointed at the Yi Jin Jing and said: "There are traces of potion on this book. It should have been written with invisible potion, and then the Sanskrit Yi Jin Jing was written on it. If you don't mind,

, I want to borrow it."

Since the "Shen Zu Jing" is already in front of us, there is no reason to let it go.

Yang Gui was their savior, and Qiao Feng and A'Zhu were all right, even saying that Murong Fu could watch it too.

Yang Gui asked Murong Fu to fetch water and soaked the book, and the figures originally written with the invisible potion began to emerge.

"The Sutra of Desire to Samadhi, Breaking Actions, and Achieving the God's Foot".

"This... this is a magical skill!"

Apart from Yang Gui, Qiao Feng has the deepest understanding of martial arts and the highest level of understanding. He can tell at a glance that this is the supreme secret method of Buddhism.

"I'm OK, I'm OK!"

Murong Fu hadn't learned the Yi Jin Jing just now. He heard that there was another skill, so he had already been interested in it and tried his best to move forward.

“It’s really amazing!”

Murong Fu even couldn't wait to learn the figures and do those yoga postures on the ground.

"Go out."

Yang Gui relied on the panel recording and could stand and talk without back pain.

This was the first time he came into contact with the orthodox Chinese Zen Buddhism, and it was quite novel.

I just feel that there is a faint feeling of hostility hidden inside, and it doesn't matter if it's a little bit. If it accumulates into a large number, with more than a dozen or even dozens of strands, it will be very harmful to the body.

Yang Guini Wan Palace was beating, and the "god" easily suppressed the violence.

"It seems that this is what the sweeping monk said must be resolved with Buddhist teachings."

Yang Gui knew clearly in his heart that the bald donkeys were morally compassionate in their mouths, but sinister and ruthless in their hands. This contradiction of being both right and wrong would of course be fed back to him. Unless a spiritual power was used to command the two forces, this would not only fail.

It will harm yourself, but it will be even more powerful.

The so-called practice of Buddhism is the same as the practice of special effects martial arts by Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng. They use the power of religion to practice the "gods" in Niwan Palace.

This is also the reason why Xiao Feng and his son, Murong Bo, Jiumozhi, and Xiaoyao have reached the pinnacle of the world in terms of internal energy, but the sweeping monk can still treat them like children playing around.

Just like Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng were far beyond the level of Wujue back then, because in addition to their internal strength, they also had another more powerful force, so they were naturally more powerful.

Yang Gui took out two secret books, stuffed them into Qiao Feng's hand, and said: "Qiao Feng, I have obtained two magical books from you. As a courtesy, I will also give you two secret books."

Qiao Feng originally wanted to give in, but when he saw the cover, "Nine Suns Manual", "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", and after flipping through two pages, he was even more shocked, and he didn't bother to refuse for a while.

When he looked up again, Yang Gui and Murong Fu had already walked out a long way.

Qiao Feng was a generous and heroic person, so he said to A'Zhu: "Today I owe you a great debt of gratitude. If I meet you in the future, I will definitely repay him well."

A'Zhu had no intention of listening to what Qiao Feng was saying and leaned into his arms with a smile on his face.

Yang Gui and Murong Fu rushed back to Zhujiazhuang.

I wish Wenlong came to report and things are progressing unexpectedly smoothly.

The status of military generals in the Song Dynasty was extremely low. Even if they reached the level of Di Qing and Yue Fei, they were nothing more than ant lackeys who were killed at the request of civil officials.

This is still a regular army.

The local ruffians who committed crimes in ordinary times were unified into the army. This was the thieves' army, and its official name was the Xiang Army.

Think about it, a group of local gangsters, scholars and farmers gathered together, with a staff of several million, and half of their free wages. Their main activities are usually waterproofing, leaking, drilling holes, carpentry, and bullying the people.

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With the fighting power of this group of people, it’s no wonder that they couldn’t even defeat a group of thieves in Liangshan later.

The generals were frustrated, the soldiers were mixed, and everyone was dawdling together. This situation greatly provided the soil for the growth of corruption.

Under the continuous money offensive of the Chai family, the troops stationed in Damingfu and surrounding towns were soon corroded. Not only did they turn a blind eye to Zhujiazhuang's formation of illegal armed forces that were seriously overstretched, they even provided some support.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He even took out the ordnance in the army and resold it.

Not to mention armor and swords, you can also resell crossbows and battering rams.

The military commander thought that if they were kept in a warehouse, they would just gather ashes. If there was a war, they would all be snatched away by the Liao army. It would be better to let them use some of their residual heat to benefit the master.

Anyway, a lot of them will be robbed every year, so just report them as battle losses.

Yang Gui was quite satisfied. Sure enough, this Zhu Wenlong looked stupid and rough, but as long as he had the rules and regulations drawn up for him, his execution ability was not weak.

"Xiao Fu, come with me. Let's go to Nanjing in the Liao Kingdom."

Nanjing in the Liao Dynasty was the later Lao Si Jiu Cities, and it was full of authentic metropolises during the Yuan Dynasty. Although Damingfu was called Beijing by the Song Dynasty, it was not the same thing as the authentic metropolis in the future.

Fortunately, Daming Mansion is located near Handan and is not far from Nanjing of the Liao Kingdom. Yang Gui and Murong Fu arrived in Nanjing of the Liao Kingdom in less than a day.

They explored the route and quietly entered the Prince's residence in the south courtyard at night.

The King of the South Campus felt that he had had a long, long dream. In the dream, he was tracked into the mansion and chased all the way. In the end, he was unable to escape and was beheaded with a knife.

He suddenly woke up from his dream.

"Huh, luckily it was a dream."

The Great King of the South Courtyard, King Yerunelugu of Chu, turned over and sat up, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

Then suddenly I saw two strangers sitting at the table by the window.

The two of them were calm and relaxed, with a table full of wine and meat, and they were feasting.

Yerunerugu pushed the woman in his arms aside, grabbed the knife placed on the bedside, and then felt a little more at ease in his heart.

He forced himself to calm down and asked, "Who are you two and how did you get in?"

Yang Gui had just finished chewing a roasted lamb leg, and his hands were full of oil. He took a sip of wine and threw the lamb bones away.

"when!"

The sheep bones made a sound and hit Yerunelugu's sword. The sword was instantly broken into several pieces.

You can even feel the oil splashing on the bones of Yerunelugu's hand holding the knife.

His eyes widened in horror.

"Your Majesty, don't be too busy." Yang Gui wiped his hands on Murong Fu and picked up another mutton chop to chew on.

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!" Yerunelugu shouted loudly.

"My lord, are you looking for the guards in the palace?"

Yang Gui smiled, and he lifted the curtain behind him. Yerunelugu saw his guards neatly lined up in a row on the ground, tied tightly, and stuffed in his mouth.

Can't make a sound.

Yelu Nerugu closed his eyes in despair and said: "Where did I offend these two heroes? Can you tell me so that I can understand clearly?"

Murong Fu was still learning Khitan dialect, so he could only let Yang Gui, a loser, speak throughout the whole process.

"My lord, don't be nervous. We have no ill intentions, we are just showing our strength."

"Show strength?" Nerugu frowned and said, "Are you two going to join me?"

"Oh, you've thought too much. That hurts your feelings. I have a win-win plan," Yang Gui reached out to stop him and said, "We came here to do business with the prince."
To be continued...